mother

Pleasing Is the presence of your being, Made the best in making. In All that is Now Knowing and still, owning all that is, loving all, that isn’t yet free That will be.

laughter plays in all.

All the depth inside the self
she does not know division. she has no need or reason now to know
that all the world holds you
as her flower, mother
water friend grain
under the surface
deeper still
under the being, over the oxygen deep still in between

too like the secret of the air

that is not kept.

be any tone or any answer and everyone knows
that is known that everyone knows
their breath is a song.
Is it never too long before the lungs
release, receive your love.

Love the secret of the air
that is not kept
by anyone.

over there,
and over here,
breath our own.
to be known.
as laughter’s greatest gift.

All the world is here Speaking Spoken to about
by her friend
being stone being spoken.
Being someday, being summer,
being known in bloom.
Do not stop the whole bride
that is not broken that only is Open
to be held and spoken to
by This I mean the world

will set her free.

through endless hoping
ocean sky
air are wings
waving high
high.

Holds the
hands of seeds that balance
she who opens breathes the grounded laughter
bellows over heaven,
beckons still the earth.
a grounded Take on Living Dreams

they are awakened
and laughter seems
Like the ones a faerie told

Once
and for All to Mother word.
To the pace
where words are heard.
by laughter’s living tales you are.

One
of ‘May I ‘s?’
spring time

birds
feathers are the flower’s friends

that You teach me to forgive the Self
by being Love Herself.

by knowing every heart still knows
how to glow
by letting go
like all that grows
somehow complies with all the leaves that come to fly

by falling towards the ground. Learning how to
give. to
laughter
lighting
as all that is.

from forgiveness

held by grace.
Hannah.

Held her precious face

draped in spacious
wholeness.

here.

love is her very own.
to give and never owned by anything
like the air.

we sand of where does the shore go?
she living loves comes building homes
in places
that are already homes
birds believe
like we believe
in all trees have in store. Like the tops of these
from one love
to another

like sunshine
does with
just a speck of water
show you always her
timeless
self,

She who
will dance.
on laughter’s
wings.

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